Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.